Into the dark blue and deep eyes of yours
Read I a drama
Into the dark blue and deep eyes of yours
Read I a love story
Into the deep blue and beautiful eyes of yours
Read I a love poem,
Tell me,
Are you the girl
Whose strange coming am I waiting for,
Are you that stranger
I am waiting for?
‘Thank you, ‘ said she gently.
Thinking about my love.
And think about the serene presenceSo tenderly in composureAnd compassionateThe BidhisattvaCalm and serene and gracious.
An educationist, a philosopher,A saint and a social worker,A tourist and a traveller,A guide, an ashramiteAnd a karmayogi.
Through youAllen GinsbergThe howl of a generation,The beat and vibe of it,The loitering and fluctuation of it.They going with the cigar packs,Smoking and goingJust like the gypsies,Bootleggers, drug lords and addictsThose pedestrians.Tired with materialism and materialistic pleasures,Where, where are they going,Going to unmindful of, oblivious of all that,Those generationsYoung and gleeful, but sad and tense,Definitely…
O my love,Where do you stand you!With my heart full of,Full of love for youSo soulfullyRemember you, remember you!O my love, where, where lie you,O my heart,The heart of hearts,The soul of souls!You are going, now you are going,Go, go you,O my love,O my heart!I hearing the guitar music,The guitar music with the song,The sadly…
BurkhawalliBibis,I want to interview themOnInternational Women’s DayTo telecastTheir viewsWith regard toTheir rights.
